Lying on the motorway this morning
I thought I heard a distant thunder rolling
So I lay so still on the mould away
Till the cavalcade came screaming past
Like hell hounds in my ears
The sweet perfume of petrol
like a lovers' party kiss
And I dreamed about the days gone by,
I dreamed about the days gone by
Lying on the motorway this evening
The gypsies came up close
Pulling their possessions
in the cover of the night
They'd soon seen the world end,
the shining black recession
ascending through a tarmac sky
They dreamed about the days gone by,
They dreamed about the day
And what were they doing,
those people from the government
Burning sacrificial gasoline
There were shadows in the hedgerows,
and strange lights from the slip -roads
So we huddled on the motorway, boys
We huddled on the motorway